July 17, 2008...10:16 am

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Friday nights in Beijing are good for only two things:

1. Curling up with your immense collection of pirated DVDs
2. A night on the town

Seeing as we are such law-abiding citizens and DON’T SUPPORT PIRACY (heh heh heh) there was no doubt as to which option pho-bong-lau-gay chose! Plus it was the less loser way to spend the start of the weekend.
First up! The initiation of Bonggay into the cult of KUANDIAN aka the place with the damn yummy spicy chicken wings. I am glad to report that it received two thumbs up from Chef Bong and Connoisseur Gay!

Pregame dinner at DONG FANG JIAO ZHI WAN dumplings dumplings dumplings

Two hungry angry men

Tsingtao and wings… no better combination

Still waiting….

THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!! round one


yum

Note the extremely glazed look in Bong’s eyes

Gay doesn’t even bother slowing down as I wave my camera in front of him

ANNIHILATION!!

Thanks to extensive research (flipping through the Beijinger which I stunned from Hyatt) we did, we found Beijing to offer an extensive selection of clubs and bars. We first decided to hit Block8, a Beijing institution, known for its various rooms/bars such as The Beach, i-ultra lounge, and Haiku by Hatsune. We however were more interested in checking out the selection of good lookers.

Still sober at the White Rabbit

Upon reaching there we found the dance floor empty, the drinks exorbitant, and to get a table you have to spend a minimum of RMB2,500. WHAT????!!!??? We quickly split and bunnyhopped over to White Rabbit, an underground dance club which was touted as “best place to dance the night away” with the “best sound system” where the MORSE party was going on.

Getting there..

When we got there we were slightly disappointed once again. The club was only about as big as your regular 3 room HDB flat and it was kinda.. dingy. But nevertheless we persevered and hit up some much-needed alchy and took the dance floor by storm!!!

After working up a sweat we decided not to waste our entry to Block8 and skipped back where the four cheapskate Singaporeans sipped on free water at the bar and ogled Beijing’s best.

I can’t tell if it was the alcohol, but the locals at Block8 DID look much better. However, the problem remains that there weren’t even enough of these rare creatures to fill a dance floor space, much less a vast city.

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